Tyler showed him the little hand dryers and Max would sit and dry his hands right before his turn. He was very serious about it.
Max and his bowling ball. I realize toward the end that my bowling ball was the same weight as his. I thought it felt heavy, but I must be growing weak in my old age.
A real mother would not put her baby girl in blue clothes without first placing a beautiful bow on her head. I could say I'm just letting Tessa's true beauty shine through, but mostly I'm just lazy.
What can I say? Yes, I did try! And since I've already embarrassed myself I may as well add that this was my good game. The next game I bowled 4 rounds (or whatever they are) and my score was 3. No, I did not forget to put a number after the 3, it was just 3. The word "pathetic" comes to my mind. The last three rounds I borrowed Tyler's ball and got a couple of spares to redeem myself, so I ended on a somewhat good note with a very bad score. Too bad the evil people who gathered behind me to watch my humiliation didn't see that, they left when I started letting Max bowl for me. I would have thrown my too light bowling ball at them, but obviously my aim is not very good.